Happily Ever After.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Moulin Rouge, or any thing that I haven't made up on my own, so don't sue me!
The gist: Christian and Satine are planning there wedding! Let the good times roll.
" Okay, well my father's not coming, no surprise there, but my mother is," said Christian slightly bemused.
"Oooooohhhhh!" exclaimed Satine "I can't wait to meet your mother!"
"I can," said Christian glumly
"Tell me what she's like!" "She's. lovely, actually but she's a bit mad, sort of loony, nothing dangerous but she has no conscience, she says whatever comes into her head, father has tried to suppress her but so far nothing has come of it"
Christian laughed.
"She's pretty funny to be around, unless."
"Unless?"
"Well, unless some embarrassing stories come up"
"What?!" cried Satine, a mischievous smile crept up on her face,
"Nothing! Nothing!" He smiled too.
"Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh, it's nothing, just, you know, how you used to run around the house naked as a tot and stuff like that"
"Oooooooohhhhh! How cute!"
"Do you know, I think I'm falling out of love with you!" Christian said teasingly,
Satine ignored him,
"Are there pictures?"
"Well."
"There are! I knew it! Little Christian pictures!"
(She had been a bit crazy all day, Christian had diagnosed this as weddingphoria)
"Why don't we just call off this wedding now because, you, Madame, are repulsing me!" he laughed
"Shoosh, you!" she moved over and cuddled him, he put his arm around her.
They were so happy.
" Who else?"
"Well," said Satine, "Harold is still undecided, he still hasn't completely forgiven us for losing the Moulin Rouge, you know"
"But that's ridiculous! That restaurant he opened is making three times the amount that old brothel made! What did he call it again? Mac-something?"
"MacDonaldo's"
"Yes, I know but, well, you know Harold!"
"He'll come around, as if he would miss it"
"So that's them, as well as the Diamond dogs, the bohemians who requested front row seats and full rights for the play, Chocolat and."
"Who is catering?"
"Oh just some old friends"'
"You don't mean those singing waiters do you?"
"And if I do?"
"That's it I need a divorce!"
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Moulin Rouge, or any thing that I haven't made up on my own, so don't sue me!
The gist: Christian and Satine are planning there wedding! Let the good times roll.
" Okay, well my father's not coming, no surprise there, but my mother is," said Christian slightly bemused.
"Oooooohhhhh!" exclaimed Satine "I can't wait to meet your mother!"
"I can," said Christian glumly
"Tell me what she's like!" "She's. lovely, actually but she's a bit mad, sort of loony, nothing dangerous but she has no conscience, she says whatever comes into her head, father has tried to suppress her but so far nothing has come of it"
Christian laughed.
"She's pretty funny to be around, unless."
"Unless?"
"Well, unless some embarrassing stories come up"
"What?!" cried Satine, a mischievous smile crept up on her face,
"Nothing! Nothing!" He smiled too.
"Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh, it's nothing, just, you know, how you used to run around the house naked as a tot and stuff like that"
"Oooooooohhhhh! How cute!"
"Do you know, I think I'm falling out of love with you!" Christian said teasingly,
Satine ignored him,
"Are there pictures?"
"Well."
"There are! I knew it! Little Christian pictures!"
(She had been a bit crazy all day, Christian had diagnosed this as weddingphoria)
"Why don't we just call off this wedding now because, you, Madame, are repulsing me!" he laughed
"Shoosh, you!" she moved over and cuddled him, he put his arm around her.
They were so happy.
" Who else?"
"Well," said Satine, "Harold is still undecided, he still hasn't completely forgiven us for losing the Moulin Rouge, you know"
"But that's ridiculous! That restaurant he opened is making three times the amount that old brothel made! What did he call it again? Mac-something?"
"MacDonaldo's"
"Yes, I know but, well, you know Harold!"
"He'll come around, as if he would miss it"
"So that's them, as well as the Diamond dogs, the bohemians who requested front row seats and full rights for the play, Chocolat and."
"Who is catering?"
"Oh just some old friends"'
"You don't mean those singing waiters do you?"
"And if I do?"
"That's it I need a divorce!"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ More? If you want to find out what happens next then R+R